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rainbowfic2014-04-18 10:26 pm
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2014-04-18 10:26 pm
Bistre #9, English Red #1, English Green #4
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Blood in the Water
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bistre #9. Never despise a trick because it is simple; the old ploys endure because they work., English Red #1. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, --honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. (Timon of Athens, I.ii), English Green #4. For death remembered should be like a mirror, who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error. (Pericles, Prince of Tyre, I.i)
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, photography, eraser (Assassination AU), feathers, seed beads, charcoal, yarn, glitter (family), glue ("You have the chance to catch up at work today if you roll up your sleeves and get busy. The Moon's monthly visit to your optimistic sign can be revitalizing while she harmonizes with brilliant Uranus and energetic Mars. As long as you stay in motion, you should be fine. Don't stop to think about what you're doing; just continue to do it. Normally, logic is an essential tool for making decisions; however, it only clutters your path with confusion now. Instead of wasting time justifying your choices, simply remember that actions speak louder than words.")
Word Count: 240
Rating: R
Characters: Mellir
Warnings: Fratricide, references to war and genocide
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is Kat's fault. Entirely. There will be more of this once I decide where it's going <.<. This takes place in an alternate 989 FY. Also, I find it kind of amazing that Mellir now has two AUs revolving around changes to his personal timeline, when he's the least important/interesting person in his family in canon.
Mellir stared at the red swirls coming off his hand, hardly believing they were actually there.
Sure, he knew he'd done it, and sure, he knew he could do better than Kellom--hadn't that been the point, after all? Or at least he'd stop killing everyone.
...not that he'd made a particularly good start on that goal, but that was a minor detail at best.
Then again, maybe the whole thing was a dream. Gods knew he shouldn't have been able to get the drop on Kellom. Mellir knew damn well that, while he was better than everyone thought, it wasn't by much.
He got as much of the blood off his hands as he could, then slipped back into bed. If it was a dream, he'd wake up sometime after noon, like normal, and go visit Vesa. Maybe spend a few days with her, since no one was likely to need him at court.
When he didn't even have time to sleep before the guards came and got him, it started feeling more real.
But what really sold him on the fact that he'd done it--he'd pulled it off, he'd killed his too-perfect brother, he'd actually made a mark on the world, and it was all just beginning because now he was the gods-damned king...
What really sold him on it was the washbasin on his nightstand, and the water turned sunset with his brother's blood.
Story: Blood in the Water
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Bistre #9. Never despise a trick because it is simple; the old ploys endure because they work., English Red #1. Here's that which is too weak to be a sinner, --honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire. (Timon of Athens, I.ii), English Green #4. For death remembered should be like a mirror, who tells us life’s but breath, to trust it error. (Pericles, Prince of Tyre, I.i)
Supplies and Materials: bichromatic, photography, eraser (Assassination AU), feathers, seed beads, charcoal, yarn, glitter (family), glue ("You have the chance to catch up at work today if you roll up your sleeves and get busy. The Moon's monthly visit to your optimistic sign can be revitalizing while she harmonizes with brilliant Uranus and energetic Mars. As long as you stay in motion, you should be fine. Don't stop to think about what you're doing; just continue to do it. Normally, logic is an essential tool for making decisions; however, it only clutters your path with confusion now. Instead of wasting time justifying your choices, simply remember that actions speak louder than words.")
Word Count: 240
Rating: R
Characters: Mellir
Warnings: Fratricide, references to war and genocide
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This is Kat's fault. Entirely. There will be more of this once I decide where it's going <.<. This takes place in an alternate 989 FY. Also, I find it kind of amazing that Mellir now has two AUs revolving around changes to his personal timeline, when he's the least important/interesting person in his family in canon.
Mellir stared at the red swirls coming off his hand, hardly believing they were actually there.
Sure, he knew he'd done it, and sure, he knew he could do better than Kellom--hadn't that been the point, after all? Or at least he'd stop killing everyone.
...not that he'd made a particularly good start on that goal, but that was a minor detail at best.
Then again, maybe the whole thing was a dream. Gods knew he shouldn't have been able to get the drop on Kellom. Mellir knew damn well that, while he was better than everyone thought, it wasn't by much.
He got as much of the blood off his hands as he could, then slipped back into bed. If it was a dream, he'd wake up sometime after noon, like normal, and go visit Vesa. Maybe spend a few days with her, since no one was likely to need him at court.
When he didn't even have time to sleep before the guards came and got him, it started feeling more real.
But what really sold him on the fact that he'd done it--he'd pulled it off, he'd killed his too-perfect brother, he'd actually made a mark on the world, and it was all just beginning because now he was the gods-damned king...
What really sold him on it was the washbasin on his nightstand, and the water turned sunset with his brother's blood.
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Yeah, Mellir's also pretty drunk when he does this. As he is most of the time, until he gets a really strong reason to change. This will prooooobably be one, but I haven't decided yet.
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That last line is perfect.
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All your fault. ::sticks tongue out:: ^^